But occasionally.

When Qiu Bodeng was resting peacefully on his knees, Shi Wuluo also suddenly remembered the nightmare that lasted for twelve years.

The nightmare was full of hideous shouts and shrill howls.

Only vaguely familiar voices came from far, far away, indistinct and indistinguishable.

Until he saw Qiu Bodeng go mad, he still remembered that through the chains connected by his divine sense, that splendid sky bell and those vague and vague voices finally became clear.

...Alo, let me give you a sky clock.

...a clock that hangs high in the sky. The sun and the moon shine on the thick soil to nourish the city, and the city uses the air to form stars to guide the sun and the moon. The stars revolve in order to align with the cycle of the four seasons.

...I give you this clock.

...Alo, I miss you.

All those vague voices finally became clear, or pretended to be brisk, or could not hide their depression, all of which were the world that his lord walked through. His Divine Sovereign, after going crazy, still remembers that he once said that he would give him a heavenly clock.

An unprecedented clock of stars hanging in the sky.

Word by word, the sound is like a long wind.

Into the chest, through the ribs, around the heart.

...Alo, do you know that you owe me a lot?

Yes, many, many.

So much that it takes all the time to make up for it.

"It's good," Qiu Bodeng was still looking at the dark fire pattern on Shi Wuluo's sleeve, and put the back of his hand on it.

Shi Wuluo picked up the white hair that fell to his cheeks: "What's so good?"

These days, Shi Wu Luo has learned by himself how to patiently guide a mentally unstable person with extreme emotions. His lord, who was once the lord in the cloud, and later the little master of Taiyi Sect, was born with knowledge and seemed to be omnipotent. But in fact, God Sovereign is not omnipotent. He just always tries to get everything right.

Over time, everyone got used to it and decided that he was omnipotent and indestructible.

But that's because don't love him.

Only those who do not love him will feel that he is omnipotent and invincible.

Those who truly love him will see that he is sincere and fragile, scarred and shattered at a touch.

"What's so good?" Shi Wu Luo's silver-gray eyes softened, and the corners of his lips curved towards Qiu Bodeng, half asking and half coaxing, "Can you tell me?"

Qiu Bodeng looked up at him, suddenly approached, and touched his forehead: "Because you are in a demon..."

You are the heaven on earth, but it's so good, you have already fallen into a demon.

All the bitter fruit of this world, all the sins of this world, will only become your blade, no matter how many cities are ruined, how many lives and death will not make you suffer together.

"so good."

You're crazy, I'm crazy.

None of us will feel pain again.

very nice.

"I haven't seen the real look of your clothes," his thoughts disappeared in a flash, Qiu Bodeng's attention was again attracted by Shi Wuluo's clothes, he kissed Shi Wuluo's forehead affectionately, Looking at him under the dense eyelashes, "Let me see."

"it is good."

Shi Wu Luo kissed his forehead, stood up, and took a step back.

The water-like silver light poured down from his shoulders, and the demonic barrier and blood energy dissipated, and the heavenly way revealed his true robe. On the black robe, wind and clouds flowed, mountains and rivers rushed, and the sun and the moon were in the sky. The sleeves of his robe rose and fell, his shoulders were covered with a few stars, and his clothes were adorned with lights.

"Do you like it?"

Qiu Bodeng sat on his knees among the clouds, watched quietly for a while, then raised his head and asked Shi Wuluo.

Shi Wu Luo looked into his eyes: "I don't like it."

- No matter how much it symbolizes, no matter how much it attracts competition.

"I want to replace it."

Qiu Bodeng looked at him.

Shi Wuluo saw Qiu Bodeng's eyes through the chains that connected his soul, the mountains, rivers and cities on his clothes, the curves were normal at one time, and twisted into strangling lines at the same time. . After being stunned for a moment, Shi Wuluo realized what was the virtual image that overlapped with reality in Qiu Bodeng's eyes at this time.

——It was him who reached the 90,000th heaven rank twelve years ago.

The wind blew through the sleeves, and the blood dripped from the years.

For the first time, Shi Wuluo clearly realized what Qiu Bodeng was thinking about.

...The first resurrection, the three thousand years of darkness that were triggered. The second time he was resurrected, the 90,000-level heaven-level climbed to the top, winding through the blood in the clouds.

... so, is that so?

Over the years, he is not the only one who has regretted and blamed himself.

Shi Wu Luo gently closed his eyes. After going crazy, there was no joke to disguise and cover up. His lover suddenly became so simple and easy to understand... Over the years, he has always felt that he has trapped his lord, himself Scarred his lord. But in fact, his Divine Sovereign also blamed himself like him.

Like him, he is guilty of himself.

Warmth and sourness surged in the chest, and the taste was mixed.

Shi Wu Luo suddenly remembered those words he had read.

Twelve years ago, after being ridiculed by Qiu Bodeng for not being able to write love poems and not understanding romance, Shi Wu Luo bought all the storybooks from the storyteller. A carriage drove through the mountains and rivers of Yongzhou, and Qiu Bodeng was resting on Shi Wuluo's lap, drowsy. And Shi Wuluo turned over the text book, looking at the ins and outs of the pen and ink.

There is a book of words in it, which advises at the end: The love in the world is as much as undercurrents, although it is sparkling, it is pitiful and lovely. But if you don't want to be honest and tell your doubts sincerely, even if the two love each other, it will be a lot of trouble, which will add to the depression.

If didn't understand it at the time, suddenly know it today.